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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.