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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.