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 Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.