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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Gichy Dan to the rap 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
X-101,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Faust,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.