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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.