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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the electroclash 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.