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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.