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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Skaos,
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.