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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Wings,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.