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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.