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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.