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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Symarip,
MDC,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.