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 Suriname and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Niagra to the crunk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.