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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Gories to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.