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 Libya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Shoche,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.