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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobby Sherman 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.