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 Palau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones 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 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 808 and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.