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 Romania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Television,
cv313,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
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.