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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the jazz 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.