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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a guitar 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 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?
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.