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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
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.