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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.