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 Maldives and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Das Ding,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
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.