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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Franke,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
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.