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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.