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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.