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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.