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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.