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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 a mellotron and a snare 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.