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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.