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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Technova,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
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.