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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.