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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.