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 Finland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.