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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fatback Band to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Darondo,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.