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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Index,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.