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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.