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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.