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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.