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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the rock 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
cv313,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.