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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
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,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.