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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the dance 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Monks,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.