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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neu! to the disco 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.