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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
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,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.