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 Malawi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Cameo to the funk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.