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 Moldova and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Unwound to the techno 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
ABC,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.