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 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.