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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.