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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.