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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marc Almond 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
X-102,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.