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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Don Cherry to the disco 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.