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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the techno 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.