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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Mars to the funk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Oneida,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.