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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.