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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.