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 Antigua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Dice 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
UT,
The Victims,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
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.