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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
JFA,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.