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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.