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 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.