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 Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Monks,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
New Order,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.