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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.