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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.