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 Canada and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.