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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.