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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ituana to the jazz 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.