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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.