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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.