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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Manchester and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.