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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.