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 France and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Gong,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.