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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.