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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
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.