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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.