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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.