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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.