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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.