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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sisters of Mercy 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.