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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the punk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.