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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Mummies to the grunge 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.