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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
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.