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 Kenya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Tremeloes 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
The Names,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
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.