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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.