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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 sitar and an oboe 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.