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 Slovenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.