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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.