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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
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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.