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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.