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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the grunge 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.