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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Brick,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.