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 Australia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the dance 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.