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 Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the rap 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.