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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the disco 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Urselle,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.