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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.