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 Armenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.