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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the funk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.