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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the punk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.