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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Porter Ricks to the jazz 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
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,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.