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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.