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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.