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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
The Index,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.