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 Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Q and Not U to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.