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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wally Richardson to the funk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.