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 Paraguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.