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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.