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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.