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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.