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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.