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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
DNA,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
The Human League,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.