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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Organ,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Brick,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & 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.