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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the funk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.