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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.