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 Serbia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Magma,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
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.