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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the techno 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.