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 Somalia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.