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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Pole,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
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.