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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.