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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.