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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
The Remains,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Visage,
Dark Day,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.