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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.