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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sugar Minott to the funk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.