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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-102 to the rock 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Scion,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.