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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.