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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
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.