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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.