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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 chamberlin 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.