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 Bolivia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.