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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.