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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
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,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.