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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.