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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Index,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Skaos,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.