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 Botswana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the rock 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.