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 Hungary and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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.