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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.