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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
June Days,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.