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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Index,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.