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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.