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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 the Sonics 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Scion,
a-ha,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.