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 Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Alton Ellis to the grime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.