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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the grunge 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.