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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the grunge 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
The Gories,
Gong,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.