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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.