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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
The Doors,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
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.