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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.