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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.