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 China and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
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.