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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.