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 Malta and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the funk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.