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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.