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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.