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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
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.