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 Zambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
10cc,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.