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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.