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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.