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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
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.