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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.