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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.