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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and an organ 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.