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 Uruguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.