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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.