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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the techno 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Index,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.