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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.