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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.