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 Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Slave,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Can,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.