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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Technova,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.