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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
UT,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.