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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
PIL,
Nirvana,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
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.