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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the grime 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
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.