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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.