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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sällskapet to the techno 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.