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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the funk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
JFA,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
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.