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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.