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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Victims to the crunk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.