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 Kenya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
10cc,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.