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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.