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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Gong,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.