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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.