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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.