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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
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.