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 Korea North and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Motorama to the dance 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.