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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saints to the rock 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.