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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lakeside to the jazz 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Index,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.