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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Ten City,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.