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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.