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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.