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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Nas,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.