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 Poland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.