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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Japan to the grime 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.