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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Delta 5 to the disco 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.