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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.