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 Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
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,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.