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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.