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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.