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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
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.