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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.