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 Argentina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Index,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.