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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.