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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.