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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef 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 techno 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 an oboe 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
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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.