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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Crime,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.