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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.