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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Average White Band to the techno 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
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.