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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
The Victims,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.