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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Niagra,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.