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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
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.