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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.