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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.