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 Turkey and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.