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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Skriet,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.