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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Swans,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.