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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the grunge 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Television,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.