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 Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
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,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.