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 Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.