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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.