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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.