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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Television,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.