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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
The Names,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.