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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Technova,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.