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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Godley & Creme 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.