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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
cv313,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.