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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
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.