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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the rock 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.