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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Make Up to the dance 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.