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 Germany and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.