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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
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.