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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Avey Tare to the techno 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.