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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Index,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.