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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
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,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.