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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Josef K to the punk 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.