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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.