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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an organ 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.