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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
MC5,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.