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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Inner City to the jazz 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.