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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.