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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.