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 Botswana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Qualms to the punk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.