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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 guitar and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.