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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.