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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Coltrane to the rap 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.