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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 The Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
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.