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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.