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 Barbados 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.