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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.