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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the disco 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Pole,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.