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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the grunge 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s.
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 KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
AZ,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.