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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Brand Nubian to the funk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.