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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.