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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.