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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.