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 Philippines and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
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,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.