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 Montenegro and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.