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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Accadde A to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Yaz,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.