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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Inner City,
PIL,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
10cc,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
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.