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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Can,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.