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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer 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 Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
JFA,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
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.