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 Germany and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.