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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.