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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.