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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.