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 Ecuador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.