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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.