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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stooges to the crunk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
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,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.