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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Soft Cell to the punk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.