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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.