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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.