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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Ituana,
X-101,
Skriet,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.