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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.