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 Chile and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Urselle,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.