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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.