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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the techno 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Moebius,
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.