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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Pus to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
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Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.