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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gories to the crunk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.