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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Quando Quango 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.