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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.