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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Music Machine to the crunk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.