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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.