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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.