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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.