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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
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.