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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.