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 Haiti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
CMW,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.