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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.