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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Mojo Men to the grime 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Visage,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.