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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.