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 Congo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.