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 Nepal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the rap 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.