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 Johannesburg.
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 Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 T. Rex to the dance 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.