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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.