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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
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.