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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pole to the grunge 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
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.