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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
AZ,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.