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 Mali and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.