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 Guyana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.