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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Barbara Tucker 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.