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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.