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 Yemen and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Television Personalities to the grunge 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
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.