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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.