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 Italy and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Carl Craig to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.