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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Fuzztones to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 guitar 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.