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 Nigeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.