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 Poland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.