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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears 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?
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.