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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fuzztones 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
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.