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 Philippines and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.