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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Public Enemy to the crunk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
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,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.