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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Warsaw to the funk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.