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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.