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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.