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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
New Order,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.