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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the techno 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.