Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.