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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
The Cure,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.