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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 Jakarta and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.