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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.