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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.