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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.