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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rekid to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.