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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.