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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Fear,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.