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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
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.