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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Qualms,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.