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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
The Happenings,
PIL,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.