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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
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.