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 Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Monks,
MDC,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
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.