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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Gang Green to the punk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.