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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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?
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.