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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.