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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.