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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
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.