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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.