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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.