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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL 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?
Black Pus,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
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.