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 Syria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.