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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.