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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 J.B.'s to the disco 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.