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 India and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.