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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Magma,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.