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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.