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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.