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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.