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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Fear,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
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.