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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.