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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.