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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.