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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and an organ 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.