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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Max Romeo to the grunge 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.