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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.