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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.