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 North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.