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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
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.