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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.