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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the grime 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Can,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.