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 Estonia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nas to the dance 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.