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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.