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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.