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 Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.