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 Germany and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marine Girls to the dance 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
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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.