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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Magma,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.