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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
10cc,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.