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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.