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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the disco 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.