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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Faust,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.