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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.