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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.