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 Singapore and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
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.