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 Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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?
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.