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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Funky Four + One to the techno 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.