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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Television Personalities to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.