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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.