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 Belarus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 The Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.