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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the grime 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.