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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond 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?
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.