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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.