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 Lesotho and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.