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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.