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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.