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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
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,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.