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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.