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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.