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 Korea North and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.