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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
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.