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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.