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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
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.