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 Oman and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Ronan,
Organ,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.