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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Technova,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.