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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.