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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.