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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Anakelly,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.