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 Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.