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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Durutti Column to the rock 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.