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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Harry Pussy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Organ,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
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.