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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Whodini,
Gong,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.