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 Benin and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
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,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.