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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Barracudas to the grime 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.