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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tubeway Army 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
MC5,
The Martian,
Scion,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.