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 Colombia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the techno 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.