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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
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.