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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 808 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.