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 Namibia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
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.