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 Austria and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Hoover,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.