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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
DNA,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.