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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.