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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 UT to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.