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 Libya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.