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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.