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 Samoa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.