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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.