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 Sweden and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
June Days,
The Sound,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
AZ,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.