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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 T. Rex 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Slave,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.