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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.