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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the disco 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.