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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
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.