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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.