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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.