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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.