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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.