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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 AZ to the rap 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Visage,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.