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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.