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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.