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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Magma,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.