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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.