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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.