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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Japan,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.