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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Television Personalities to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.