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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s 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 Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.