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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.