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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobby Womack to the techno 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.