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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
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,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.