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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
X-102,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.