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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.