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 St Lucia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.