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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
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.