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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the jazz 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.