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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the crunk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.