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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.