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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the techno 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.