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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.