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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an oboe 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.