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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
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.