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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.