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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.