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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.