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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Television,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.