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 Korea South 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.