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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Tommy Roe to the dance 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a clarinet 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.