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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.