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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.