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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the rap 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.