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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.