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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
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.