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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
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,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.