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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.