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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the rap 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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?
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Index,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.