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 Libya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
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.