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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the rap 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.