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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.