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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the rap 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.