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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.