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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.