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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.