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 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.