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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne 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 grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.