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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.