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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.