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 Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Qualms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.