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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.