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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
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.