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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.