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 the UAE and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.