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 States and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.