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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The Fire Engines to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.