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 China and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.