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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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?
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
10cc,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.