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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.