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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
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.