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 Chad and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.