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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.