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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
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,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.