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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.