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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.