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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
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.