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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
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.