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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.