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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fire Engines to the rock 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a theremin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
The Monks,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Faust,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.