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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Mars,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Q65,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.