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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Motions to the rap 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.