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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the electroclash 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.