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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
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.