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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an organ 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.