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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.