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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Pole,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.