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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.