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 Turkey and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.