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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.