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 Tonga and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.