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 Thailand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.