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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
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.