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 Honduras and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Star Department to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.