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 Japan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.