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 Eritrea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 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?
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.