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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Supertramp,
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.