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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
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.