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 Syria and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 The Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
New Order,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
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.