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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Slave,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.