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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
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,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Wire,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.