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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
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.