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 Serbia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.