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 Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes 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 disco 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 a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.