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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
UT,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.