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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.