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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camouflage 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Nas,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.