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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Visage,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.