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 Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.